(Series 20, ep. 7 ‘Precipice’ by Tony Higgins 13.2.18) Poor Ollie. It looked like he was on the mend last week, but this week the bullet that’s still in his brain started leaking poison. It would have to come out, said Roxanna. This threw Ollie into a proper rage (how brilliant is James Anderson being at the moment?), and he said it should have been Roxanna who got shot, not him. Bless him, he’s not himself at all, is he? That’s not normal Ollie behaviour. He accused Roxanna of using him as a way of avoiding her grief over her dead husband (whose ashes were in her desk drawer), and he was right about that – she’s been living at the hospital because she can’t face going home. I bet she’s pleased she opted for that low-maintenance hairstyle now, hospital facilities being what they are.
But back to Ollie and his life-or-death surgery, which he only agreed to after Prof Gaskell had a quiet word (and I mean quiet – he’s got one of those voices that’s more of a vibration than a sound, and I have to say I find it rather thrilling as long as he isn’t overdoing it with the poetry). Predictably, things went a bit beep in theatre, but Ollie came through it, only to wake up from the anaesthetic temporarily unable to see, hardly able to move, and convinced he was still engaged to Zosia. Nooo!!! Continue reading
(Series 19, ep. 19) Unusually for me, I’m going to start with a patient storyline. I usually whizz over them as just a backdrop to the regulars’ stories, but I really loved the Darwin story about Sandy, who was terrified of surgeons. Erin Shanagher previously appeared in an episode of Casualty in which the patient story knocked my socks off, and she was equally good here. Sandy was justifiably upset, angry and fearful about the way she’d been treated as a baby, and I liked the way her story was used to highlight aspects of Jac’s and Matteo’s personalities and relationship.
It was Valentine’s Day, as if we would ever be allowed to forget. Darwin was full of (appropriately) heart-shaped balloons, courtesy of Mr T, but Jac wasn’t feeling the love as she’d dumped Matteo last week. But then how to resist a romantic Italian who presents you with a ticket to Rome? Jac had a good try, but between Matteo’s cheeky charm and a bit of business with Mo and a voice recorder, all was well that ended well. Continue reading
(Series 31, ep. 8) Fans of Holby City/Casualty crossovers will have spotted vicar Lexy Morrell (Jenny Howe) in the background, preparing to preside over the wedding of Robyn and Glen. The last wedding we saw her officiate at was between Arthur Digby and Morven Shreve, a union which ended up being all too brief. Robyn’s wedding didn’t even get to the “will you take this man” bit, because the man had already legged it.
Poor Robyn. I expect Glen thought he was doing her a good turn by not putting her through the anguish of watching him die, but he’s wrong. And particularly now we know (though Glen doesn’t) that she’s pregnant.
Meanwhile, Connie Beauchamp was back at work, and was being horrible to Elle and Jacob. I’m probably not going to make myself popular at all when I say that Connie is really getting on my nerves at the moment. We’re meant to cut her all sorts of slack because of Grace, and because she’s Connie, but this week she put patients at risk and was patronising and dismissive of a man who’s shown her nothing but patience, understanding and love, and a colleague who was only trying to help.
Grace opened her eyes a little bit, so maybe now she’ll make a speedy recovery and Connie can relax a bit and get less nasty. I hope.
(Series 31, ep. 7) The Curse of the Holby Friend/Relative has hit poor Robyn big-time. This week her boyfriend became her fiancé, but he couldn’t really share in the celebrations because he was recovering from being stuck in a lift having his head drilled by Dr Dylan Keogh, after hitting his head while having a seizure because his brain tumour has gotten worse.
I imagine Robyn could be a total nightmare of a girlfriend/fiancée, because she can be somewhat intense. As she described it, she clings on to people she loves like a koala gripping a tree. But she’s lovely, and I can totally see why Glen loves her. I can also totally see why he’s not keen on living out the rest of his days on the superfood diet Robyn has imposed on him.
Food was something of a motif for the episode. We had the revelation that Jacob used to be a bit on the chubby side till he converted the fat to muscle and then added some extra muscle and then a bit more, to become the beefcake he is today. And patient o’the week was a very overweight woman who died of heart problems. Her husband had also been overweight, and his worry that their daughter would end up with the same kind of health issues had him going all shouty and punchy whenever a chocolate biscuit appeared in his line of vision. This was obviously not good for his daughter, who ended up taking an overdose. Luckily Jacob and Elle were there to sort them both out.
Meanwhile, I missed last week’s Casualty but it seems that Cal slept with Alicia, which didn’t impress either of them much. Ethan must sometimes wonder what evil thing he did in a previous life to deserve Cal as a brother.
Next time: Connie’s back – and she says she’s “fighting fit.”
(Series 18, ep. 26) If you see the phrase “Norse God” and immediately think “Henrik Hanssen,” you’d have agreed with whoever voted for him to win the Sexiest Doctor prize in the annual Holby Awards. He beat stiff competition from Oliver Valentine and Dr Raf Not-Smug for the accolade, and accepted it with the slightly ironic grace the situation demanded.
For other Norse gods we must turn to Digby, and his new hobby of making copper medallions of all our favourites from the Thor movies and giving them to his friends and colleagues to wear (I was quite pleased that Loki was meant for Dominic). Never mind that it turned their skin green, it kept him occupied and that’s what he needs at the moment.
What he doesn’t really need is people pussy-footing around him, but that’s what darling Dominic spent most of the day doing, because he wants to help. Sadly with the best will in the world you’re not going to be able to stop a doctor with cancer coming across patients with cancer, and Dominic realised (with Sacha’s help) that the best way to help Digby was to be normal around him. Which meant the skin-discolouring Norse god (the medal, not Hanssen) had to go for a start. Continue reading
(Series 17, ep.12) Isn’t it awful when your deceased One True Love decides to get married and you find yourself stuck in a lift with his dangerously ill fiancé? Come on, we’ve all been there. But why was Dr Dominic Copeland there (as in, anywhere near a Holby lift), when we last saw him packing his sunnies and about to go to LA to carry Fleur’s briefcase for her?
He came home early because he missed Kyle, he told Kyle. There were complaints made about him by conference delegates because they were homophobic, he told Ric and Serena. Basically, he messed up and got sent home in disgrace. This and a telling off from Ric weren’t enough to make him any humbler – he was soon busy slagging off Kyle’s Christmas present to him. “A beige jumper. Medium.” [Gives Kyle A Look] “You think I’m a medium.” [Looks at the label] “Viscose.” He didn’t care at all that Kyle obviously adores him, and is gentle and honest and kind. What sort of qualities are these if you can’t even manage to purchase natural fibres? Continue reading